His face faded, and Han Yiming knew that his soul had dissipated, and sighed.

But Tan Zichao appeared immediately and said, "You can deceive my junior brother but you can't deceive me! If it weren't for you, who would it be?"

He was almost hoarse, his eyes full of ghost fire. Han Yiming said: "Senior Brother, it doesn't matter whether I am or not. It's a pity that you believe others' nonsense and are determined to be enemies with me, and they lose their lives."

Tan Zichao said: "If it weren't for you, how could you have the spiritual power of my master?"

Han Yiming said: "The spiritual power of Senior Chen Rufeng is also on the Tengjiao Sword of the leader Yuanhui. Senior Brother Mingxi's spiritual power also appeared on the Rising Sword of Senior Chen Rufeng. This was what they told me! Unfortunately, it was too late to know, so I can't tell you in detail."

Tan Zichao's soul also dissipated with his words. There was only a weak shadow standing in front of him, and Wang Qingsong's soul was still there.

The light in Wang Qingsong's eyes was extremely faint, and even his figure was extremely faint. He looked at Han Yiming and said, "I don't want to hear these words, nor do I believe them. Just tell the truth. This matter really has nothing to do with you?"

Han Yiming said: "Senior Brother Wang, how could you be so stupid? He handed himself over to Pingbo's hands, letting him extract your soul and put you here. This move will be of no benefit to you."

Wang Qingsong's figure gradually became blurred, but his eyes looked at Han Yiming, almost piercing Han Yiming. He said, "We don't have the cultivation and ability of you. If we want to avenge the master's sect, we can only do this! Even if we take your own life, it doesn't matter. If we cannot avenge the great revenge, we will be sorry to Master."

Han Yiming sighed. Before he could speak, Wang Qingsong said: "I know that if we are tied together, we will not be your opponent, but do you know why I am willing to do this?"

Han Yiming looked at him and said something about Fang Hao. Wang Qingsong said, "I just want to know if you are our enemy! I know in my heart that it is you! My junior brother also believes it is you! If you say not, how could my master's spiritual power be on you?"

Even though Han Yiming had always believed that Chen Rufeng's death was not related to him, at this time, he had to admit that it was indeed related to him. Even if he didn't want to kill him, he didn't think it was his own murder, but according to the situation at that time, Chen Rufeng was indeed dead at his own hands!

Han Yiming sighed. Facing Wang Qingsong at this time, he could no longer say that this matter had nothing to do with him! This matter was related to him, even if he didn't know what it was related, it was also related!

He said, "Senior Brother Wang, don't worry, I will not be detrimental to the senior brothers of your sect, and I will never."

Wang Qingsong looked at him and asked, "Is it really you?"

At this time, Wang Qingsong's figure was extremely faint, and Han Yiming still couldn't answer.

Wang Qingsong said: "It's really you, it's really you! Master, I know the answer!" His figure faded away after a moment and dispersed, and there was no such person in the world since then!

Han Yiming was stunned. He could argue with anyone who told him about Chen Rufeng's death, but at this time he couldn't speak out.

Chen Rufeng's death was really related to him. He still remembered the expression of Chen Rufeng dissipating in front of him. It had nothing to do with him, yes! Is it related to himself, too!

It’s not that Mingxi saw this, it had nothing to do with him! Han Yiming thought about it at this time and felt that Mingxi protected him. He also saw it, but he didn’t know how different what he saw was from what he saw?

Even Mingxi took action, but in the end he had the spiritual power of Chen Rufeng when he counterattacked! With this alone, he was not innocent in this matter. Mingxi might just be a bystander, and he could even be considered an accomplice, otherwise how could Chen Rufeng's spiritual power be on him?

Han Yiming couldn't help but say, "Senior Brother Wang, I can't understand the situation yet, but you're right. It's me!"

For a long time, he could not look directly at this past, and he thought it was not related to him when he thought it was not related to him. However, seeing with his own eyes that Chen Rufeng’s three disciples were helpless and had not yet avenged his master after paying their lives, Han Yiming could only sigh. Only then did he face up to his past of killing Chen Rufeng, it was true.

But at this point, what's the point? Even if he killed it!

Wang Qingsong had dissipated completely, and he never heard Han Yiming's words, and Han Yiming no longer cared whether Pingbo would hear it. Now, it doesn't matter whether he heard it or not!

There were still countless mud gold characters flashing light in front of the magic circle. Han Yiming also saw a pure white spiritual light in it, which was the spiritual power of him and Xingchen.

At this time, Han Yiming had no way out, so he could only walk towards the light of inspiration. He carefully avoided the mud gold characters while walking.

But the mud gold characters became more and more dense. Even though Han Yiming was careful, the denser the spacing between the characters, the more he could not dodge. Every step he took, he saw his clothes cut by the inspiration of the mud gold characters.

With the guidance of the stars, he was not sent back to the edge of the magic array, but the more he walked into the magic array, the more he felt that the character was like a sharp blade. Not only did he cut his clothes, but he also cut directly through his skin without paying attention, leaving a scar on his body.

By this time, Han Yiming also knew that he had walked into the magic circle and could not say that he would have to pay his life as a price. Even if he didn't have to pay his life, the magic circle would definitely seriously hurt him.

He could not avoid the mud gold characters of this magic circle. Although these characters floated in the air, they seemed to have roots. Even if he was injured, they would not change their direction.

The more you go to the center of the magic circle, the denser the characters. Han Yiming felt that every step would cause pain in his body. These unavoidable characters pierced into his body, penetrated from behind him, and gently flashed with the spiritual power and blood on his body.

Suddenly Pingbo's voice said in his ear: "Silly boy, go back. Why bother to sacrifice his life for him!"

Han Yiming only stared at the characters in front of him. He didn't have to look around and knew that Pingbo was not here. Pingbo was in the West Sea at this time and when he was in the West Sea, he just left this sentence for himself. Because he had never seen him, Pingbo's voice was so stable and gentle. When he walked here, he would hear this sentence.

After walking for a while, Han Yiming felt that every step he took was stabbed into his body by a sharp knife, and his whole body was in pain. He didn't have to look at it and knew that the characters were denser. He could not change this character array. If he wanted to go to the center to approach Ruxin, he could only endure the pain and move forward.
Chapter completed!